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 "Not Patience, then. Patty?"

No reply.

"Paula?"

"Pauline?"

"Penelope?"

"Persis?" He asked it hesitatingly. Then,—

"Thank Heaven!" he muttered. "Not Persis!"

A smile crept across her face.

"Phillipa? No? Thank heaven again!"

"Phœbe?"

"Phyllis?" He watched her anxiously.

"Polly? It's not so bad, Polly. No? Very well."

"Priscilla?"

She still looked back at him mockingly. He took a deep breath, and,—

"Prudence!" he whispered, tenderly.